My first year at university was a mix of crazy, hard work and realising maybe I wasn’t quite as good at rugby as I had thought. That first day was weird, fear of being away from home and excitement about being away from home. Mum and dad gave me a hug and kiss along with the usual, ‘be good, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ and such. My sister hugged me, which was unusual and kissed my cheek, even more unusual.
“Speak to you on Sunday?” Asked mum.
“Sure,” I replied.
I watched them get into the car and waved as they drove off, 'Here we go then,' I thought. I smiled as I returned to my room, thinking of how mum had fussed about hanging some clothes up and making sure others were folded in the drawers properly. I was prepared for her to lick her fingers and brush my hair down too.
I did the important things first, read through the schedule for the weekend and Freshers’ Week starting Monday. Looking back, it is strange how the girls’ first task was to connect their laptops and phones to the internet, before downloading their schedules. How the world has changed in a single generation.
The accommodation campus was made up of rows of three-story, twelve room blocks with a shared kitchen on each floor. These were laid out around the focal point of the site, the canteen and bar.
The first night was when the crazy started. There were plenty of drunk people both celebrating their new found freedom and feeling homesick and scared. There were already people pairing off that night and more than one drunk girl and even a guy tried to chat me up. Being tee-total, the atmosphere needed to be right to really let go. It was not right for me, so it was thanks but no thanks, to each. Sunday was a little calmer, but you could spot the people that had arrived that day.
Freshers’ Week was about more than just one big piss-up, much to some peoples’ disgust. There was general orientation including finding out your timetable, signing up for extra-curricular groups and the like. There were also trials for the various teams and having played first team rugby for the last three years at school, I thought I would be a shoo-in for the rugby team. I was disappointed when I read the initial squad lists, reserves, which meant the third team at best.
Week two, the course proper started. I was at the start of a four-year course with the aim of achieving a Master of Engineering degree. There would be plenty of maths, though they liked to hide a lot of it behind names like fluid mechanics and thermodynamics.
During that first year, I was kept busy with coursework and was able to keep amongst the top quarter of each of the classes. I also spent a lot of time in the gym and on the training pitch, so by the end of the season, I had played several games for the first team. As the primary hooker was due to graduate, I had a good chance to take his place next year. The crazy continued too and there were plenty of parties to attend and plenty of drunk people too. In the first two terms, I had had several very short liaisons. I really didn’t have any interest in making the time for a longer term relationship, it was something I was clear about up front, so we were all happy with it.
After the season was finished, I was revising for exams, sitting them and then the year was done. John, the first team hooker, had a serious blow out that lasted three days with people coming and going through the entire time. At the end of the year, I had a reasonable group of friends, spread across all years, a number of courses and both sexes. It was with a bit of a heavy heart I said goodbye to some who were graduating and others who I would not be seeing until the new year. I did pass all my subjects with flying colours.
I was so thankful to Diane for organising everything, I had been in such a tizz over the summer. Now here we were at the halls, mummy and daddy had left eventually and I sat on my bed, a nervous wreck. When Diane’s parents knocked to say goodbye, I almost asked them to take me back with them, until I saw Diane stood grinning behind them. When the lift doors closed, Diane dragged me back to my room, telling me to get my shoes on.
“Where are we going?”
“To get spare room keys cut. How else are we going to raid each other’s rooms?”
I had known Diane since we were in primary school. She was always the bossy girl I had seen in the playground but never spoken to until one day when I did. Some boys had been teasing her about the braces she had been told to wear. Her friends were not saying anything to stop them. It was only by accident that I got involved.
A teacher had asked if I had seen Diane and if I did to send her in. Not knowing about the teasing, I saw her and walked across to tell her. I had often seen her talking to boys so didn’t think much of it but the look on her face said something was wrong, not the bossy Diane I knew but a frightened girl.
“What do you want?” said one of the boys.
“Err, Mrs Henderson wants to see Diane.”
“Tell Mrs Henderson you couldn’t find her.”
Looking back this was wicked, the boys were twelve, Diane and I were eight. Add to that I was very timid. “But…” I could feel myself filling up and my bottom lip quivering.
Something changed in Diane’s demeanour, a determined look came over her face. She took my arm and led me inside where, once calm, I told her again that she was wanted. After this we became close friends, Diane became less bossy but also quite protective of me. For my part, I started to become a little less timid. It also started to open Diane’s eyes to the injustices in the world and gave birth to a need to protect people. This led her to her final career choice, law.
We went to the same secondary school and chose our universities based on them doing courses for both of us. Diane starting with a Bachelor of Laws and me doing a Mathematics with Accounting BSc. My timid nature came to the fore again when I didn’t apply to what might have been my first choice university because Diane would not go there. After being accepted Diane set about arranging our halls and even nagged them to get a room next to each other, which resulted in rooms opposite.
The key cutting was the start of our adventure. During Freshers Week we signed up for groups of interest, Diane unsurprisingly for the Law society and both of us joined the film club and gym. I saw a yoga club and thought it looked interesting, so signed up for that. The rest of the week was a bit of a blur, drinking, dancing, kissing boys, waking up one day in bed with Diane or another with her in mine, but always feeling like a cat had died in my mouth.
Neither of us had gone further than kissing any of the guys swarming about. Diane’s big boobs did attract far more than my tiny little titties but in her ever-protective mood she had agreed to not go further than we did for the first week as my boyfriend for nearly a year had decided, after he had taken my virginity, that we should split up as we were going to different universities and I was still feeling the pain from this a couple of months later.
After the week was over, however, Diane let her hair down. She didn’t abandon me, the opposite, wherever she was going I was invited, she would even arrange a date for me. If I had something I wanted to do, she was always keen to come with me. I don’t know if it was me or them, but the dates were always clumsy or arrogant or crude or any number of other issues, they were always wrong.
“What rugby match, Tina?”
“Erm, the first team are playing at home on Saturday.”
“Since when have you liked rugby?”
“I just thought it might be interesting.”
“Uhuh.” Diane nodded knowingly, “I’ll see if any of my friends want to join us. Come on then, spill.”
“It’s going to sound silly.” Diane just opened her eyes wider. “I’ve seen him in the library and gym a few times. I thought he was one of the bodybuilders, he and his friends always hit the heaviest weights, none of the general fitness stuff.”
“I thought you didn’t like bodybuilder types.”
“Well, the times I’ve seen him in the library he doesn’t seem to be like that. I don’t know there’s something about him, his friends seem to feed off him, he’s always smiling with them.”
“There’s more, don’t hold back.”
“That’s it, there is more. One time someone dropped their books, he broke off from his crowd to help them. Another someone went and asked him something while he was working, he spent the next hour going through it with them.”
“Ooh, someone’s a little stalker. And he plays for the first team?”
I looked down, the timid girl coming back, “Yes, I overheard today, I thought…”
“He might notice you? Might see you in the library and say something?”
“I don’t know, but, oh forget it, it was silly.”
Diane put her arm around me, “Honey, it is rare that we get that je ne sais quoi feeling, if you want to go to the rugby, we’ll go.”
Saturday took about a month to arrive, even though it was only two days later. A two pm kick off was far too early for Diane on the weekend, but she was there as promised, but not with the promised accompaniments, which I was pleased about.
On Saturday we had a home match which was expected to be close, but the odds leant more towards the other team. The first half went as expected not much in the way of scoring and a close run thing. It was near the end of the half that the ball went out but as I collected it, I realised I recognised one of the girls it had stopped near. I tried to place her and realised I often saw her in the library. That line out didn’t go so well and only a scramble around the end of the line won us the ball.
I got a pat on my backside from Rob, one of the props, “Nice tits huh?”
“The girl that screwed up your throw in, nice tits.”
“But, she…” The half-time whistle ended the discourse.
While we had our team talk, I noticed the girls had gone. After some flack about my last throw in, mainly led by Rob we went to line up for the kick-off. As the whistle went to start the half, I saw they were back again and for some reason, I was happy they were. This was soon ended as a couple of men joined them, putting their arms around them, this felt like it was a personal jibe. All thoughts of them went out of the window as their winger came running down the wing, all I knew was he was going out. I knocked him back about five feet before dumping him into touch (out of play).
“Whoa, Luke, nice hit! Where’d that come from?” I just grunted back.
The line out went perfectly, and the game went up from there. I took several strikes against the head, the opposition were crumbling under my tackles, I even scored two tries, which was unheard of, two in a season would have been a lot for me.
After the game and the usual congratulations and hand-shaking, I looked around for the girls and saw Rob talking and laughing with them. When I caught up with him, I asked what the talk was about, I guessed he knew them and they had come to watch him. When questioned he didn’t know them but had been inviting them to the next games with, “If you are the cause of turning Luke into a demon, we want you at all our games.”
“Hi there,” it was one of the players coming to speak to us. I thought they looked big, across the room or on the pitch, but up close he was huge. Nearly a foot taller than me and made the two guys Diane bought look like they were visiting from our old secondary school. The one that had attached himself to me put his arm around me as if he were marking his territory, I wasn’t too happy about it, but didn’t want to make a scene.
“Oh hi,” replied Diane.
“I was wondering if you could come to the next match?” he said speaking to Diane.
He went on to tell how his friend had got flustered when he saw Diane and then got wound up when her friends turned up.
She smiled and put a hand on his arm. I saw his friend tense up but didn’t say anything he just looked defeated. It’s sometimes nice to have a puppy dog, but I’d feel far safer with a man that would stand up for me when it was needed. Looking at me, she said, “It wasn’t me that wanted to come and watch.”
“Well, to be honest, I’m not worried whose idea it was. I’d like you at the games and if you can bring along your friends to stir Luke up that would be good too.” So, his name was Luke.
“Well if it is what I think it is, I can arrange something,” Diane said with a look I came to know well over the years, she had mischief in mind.
“You coming in for a drink? Expect a big celebration, we weren’t expecting to win this game. I honestly think you made the difference. I’d like to buy you all one.”
Diane grinned, the one with his arm around her didn’t look so happy, but also didn’t look like he was going to argue with Rob either. He wasn’t someone to disagree with lightly. In time I learnt he was six-foot-one, nineteen stone, could do the hundred-metres in thirteen seconds and could press two-fifty pounds. I also saw Luke dump him like a rag doll many times in the training sessions I went to watch. The difference between them and the boys Diane arranged was a gulf.
“We’d love that, wouldn’t we Tina?”
“Er, yes, sure.”
There were high spirits in the changing room. Led by Rob, once more, I was given a load of flack about being hypnotised by a pair of tits. I smiled, knowing he was far from the mark. After finding out it wasn’t Rob they knew, I tried to find out if anyone else did, but without painting a target on me, I made no progress.
The food was the usual fare, high carbs, high fat, a few thousand calories to refuel us. Then the drinking began, the atmosphere was buzzing, I loved times like this. Then the chant started, “Choirmaster, choirmaster.”
The boys that Diane set us up with were nice enough but could not take a hint. Every time I shrugged his hand off, it would be back a minute later as if he owned me. We found a table in the corner and I watched with fascination as events unfolded. It started with the teams having something to eat. I could not believe the amount they all seemed to eat. Then the drinking and celebrations started.
What was most fascinating was after the aggression on the pitch where it looked close to an open brawl at times, there was nothing but smiles and laughter in the bar as if they were all good friends. After a while a chant started, quietly at first, getting louder until everyone in the bar had joined in. Even we were carried along with the atmosphere and joined in. “Choirmaster, choirmaster.”
Eventually Luke stood smiling, he put his hands up waving people to quiet down.
“Let me tell you the tale of Dead Eye Dick and his partner Mexican Pete,” he started.
“When a man grows old and his balls grow cold,” he continued. Then for the next ten minutes or so, he recited and acted out a poem about two cowboys, a bunch of whores and a lady called Eskimo Nell. It told of all sorts of debauchery, was greeted with cheers and shouts, ending with a round of applause. I heard one of the players from the other university say as he stood up to applaud, “That’s fucking awesome, I’ve never known someone do the whole of Eskimo Nell without the words.”
This was just the start and it soon became evident why he was called the Choirmaster, as he led the bar through a variety of songs revolving around a single theme – sex. No subject seemed to be too lewd or obscene for them to sing about, just so long as there was sex involved. Somehow, he weaved drinking, playing the fool and taking off clothes into the songs. I imagined the people of Hamlin would have had a similar feeling as the Piper played and the rats followed.
Diane looked like she was in heaven, I couldn’t disagree. So much for being a bodybuilder, Luke was not all muscles and definition but there was no sign of fat anywhere either. And he had quite a cute bum too. The other players looked okay too. The thought crossed my mind that I was swimming in waters that may be a little too deep for me.
Looking at the boys Diane had set us up with, they suddenly looked even less than the secondary school ones I had seen them as earlier. It was surreal, there were a dozen or more men singing and drinking in the bar with not a stitch on and not a care in the world. They would talk and dance with others as if it was all perfectly normal. The boys weren’t too comfortable with being in there with a bunch of naked men so were soon dragging us out to go somewhere else. I made my excuses and went back to my room.
And when the ball was over, I looked around for the girls that had been talking to Rob but couldn’t see them.
“I thought you said they were coming in for a drink?”
“They said they would, I saw them earlier. Maybe all this meat,” he said swinging his hips at me, “was too much for them.”
“Or their boys,” I suggested.
“Now they’ve seen the goods…”
“They’re probably terrified,” I cut him off. Grabbing his dick, I said, “Do me a favour, let me work this one out before you go waving this in their faces.”
Laughing he said, “With tits like that, you’ll have to work fast.”
“She didn’t have much.”
“Oh? Ooh! I thought that, oh, ok. Do you know her?”
“Nope, I’ve seen her in the library and the gym. Sometimes with her friend that she was with today, sometimes with others and sometimes alone. Ignoring your obsession with tits, she’s got a tight little body. Have you seen her eyes?”
“Fuck me, mate, you’ve got it bad.” He frowned, “Yeah, I suppose she’s quite cute. I’ll wing for you.” He winked.
“Ha! Thanks, I think.”
We got dressed and Rob and my other two housemates jumped into my car and we headed home.
It was about an hour later when I heard Diane come into my room. After a bit of rustling, I felt her slip in behind me. She slipped an arm under my neck and her other around my waist as she spooned behind me. I felt her kiss the back of my head.
“You okay, baby girl?”
“Uhuh, wanna tell Diane about it?”
“What’s to tell? Ideas above my station I suppose.”
“What do you mean?”
I sighed, “Seeing them today and comparing them with the boys we’ve been hanging around with, it was like chalk and cheese. He pissed me off too, getting all possessive and not taking the hint.” I could feel myself tensing up and my anger rising again.
“Hehe, he did whine about how you’d only let him kiss your cheek. I think they felt a little inadequate after that display of… muscle in the clubhouse.” She sniggered like a schoolgirl, “Who exactly was it that you are interested in?”
I felt silly, “Luke, but seeing him, he’s the what? Choirmaster? He’s the centre of attention. Look how those girls lined up to be part of his performance and the guys literally danced to his tune. What hope do I have? It’s not even as if I have a decent pair of boobs like you. My fried eggs won’t get me noticed.”
“Hey!” It was a whispered shout, “Don’t put yourself down, you are beautiful, intelligent, sexy and have a wonderful sense of humour. You are so caring and sensitive that at times I wonder if you will cause yourself problems by being too nice.
“You don’t have huge tits, so what,” she paused, “I bet they are sensitive.” She brushed her hand over one of my nipples making me shiver, “See? And if he is only interested in a pair of tits, he doesn’t deserve you.”
We lay quietly for a while, I thought Diane had gone to sleep and I was thinking about what she had said when she piped up “I bet you’re great in bed too.”
“I don’t know about that. I don’t know if I’m bothered about that either.”
“That fucking idiot did a job on you in summer didn’t he?” I didn’t respond.
After another pause, Diane kissed the side of my neck and let her hand drift over my boob again. This time she moved to my other boob and lingered around my nipple. It did feel good. Unlike that idiot of a boyfriend I had the misfortune of trusting, she was gentle, almost teasing, where he had grabbed and mauled. Diane moved the arm she had behind my neck, forward and used that hand to continue playing with my boob. As she snuggled closer, I could feel her naked body shaping to me, her boobs pushed into my back and her hips and legs against mine.
I reached behind and put my hand on her hip, drawing her in. Her, now free hand, ran over my stomach toward my bush but veered off and over my hip and down my leg. I felt, nervous as she got closer and disappointed when she moved away. She teased around my belly and legs, getting close to my pubic hair but not touching it that I could feel. Her other hand was gently circling my nipple and she was kissing my neck and shoulder.
Her hand came up and pushed my shoulder down so I was on my back. She moved my face to look at her and leant over and kissed my nose. She started kissing my face as her hand moved back down my body. She paused at my boob playing with the nipple a little before carrying on down.
This was crazy, I was not even curious. I had just been telling Diane about this guy I fancied. What were we doing? what was she doing? Whatever she was doing, it was working. I could feel myself getting wet. As she lent in and kissed me on my lips, I felt her hand start to push between my legs. I panicked and grabbed it, stopping her. Turning fully toward her, I kissed her softly on her lips and pulled her into a hug.
“I’m sorry Diane, it’s not for me. I love you and it felt wonderful, but I’m not interested in you or any girl that way. I don’t need this to love you more, I don’t think anything could do that. You don’t need to do it to show you love me, I know that too.”
“I’m not going to apologise. I wanted two things from this, you gave me both, a third would have been nice, but it would have been wrong. I promise you, baby girl, I would never ask that of you.”
She smiled, perhaps with a touch of sadness, before continuing, “I think if anyone else had stopped me like this I would have felt rejected. You have just made me feel more loved.” A tear ran out of her eye.
“Oh no, sweetie, please don’t! There’s no need to cry.”
Putting a hand on my cheek, of my face this time, she said “Shh, it’s okay, I’m happy, happy to feel your love, happy because I know that you deserve whoever you choose. You are the most special person I know. If someone else can’t see it, they don’t deserve you. If ever you need love, know that you’ll always have mine.” She kissed my nose again.
It was my turn to shed a tear. We held each other close and fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was the best sleep I had had since arriving at university.
When I woke up the following morning, Diane was still holding me, I don’t think we had moved much, if at all during the night. As I looked at her, I remembered something that had been left hanging. ‘Two things.’ The way she spoke, I knew what the third was, which was a little surprising, although I knew Diane would flirt with anyone of either sex, this was the first time she had implied she would go further with girls. I guess you learn new things all the time, even about your nearest and dearest. Diane’s eyes opened “Morning, honey,” I smiled and kissed her, it seemed natural to kiss her on the lips now.
“Morning, sweetie. Question.”
“Two things or would you prefer to wait?”
“We brushed past that didn’t we?” I nodded, “Okay, first, your comment about that idiot you went out with screamed that he may have destroyed any interest or desires you may have had. The way your body reacted last night showed me you could be an accepting and reactive lover. With the right person, not an idiot, you appear to have the capacity to enjoy sex.
“Number two, you stopped me. I know that might sound odd, but I would have stopped before going much further. You were in a place where it would have been me taking advantage of you and there is no way I would do that. I was hoping that your focus would be on Luke enough to keep any temptations in check. I think you were tempted last night?” I nodded and looked away from her.
“Baby girl, there is nothing to be ashamed of, even if you have no desire like that, temptation is a dangerous thing and you proved something to me that you will possibly see yourself in time.” I looked at her questioningly.
She leant forward, kissed my lips then my nose, “You already love him.” I felt my eyes fill up as she said this. When I could focus better, I saw Diane had too, “I am so, so happy for you. But you’ll always be my baby girl, you hear?”
I laughed and pulled her into the tightest hug I could and the pair of us lay sniffling for what seemed like an age.
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